**Third person**
“Get your filthy hands off her now!” A deep voice roared.
Valerie’s eyes flew open.
The voice sounded very familiar.
The scar-faced thug sucked on his teeth and then turned in the direction of the man. “This is none of your business, get out of here while we're being nice,” he shouted.
Lucas clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. “I won't repeat myself.” His eyes blazed with fury. “Let. the. lady. go,” he pronounced each word slowly through gritted teeth.
The thugs laughed. Everything seemed funny to them tonight.
“Take care of that cunt,” the leader commanded the three men.
The men stepped forward, fists clenched in fighting stances.
Lucas scoffed, ran a hand through his hair, and rolled up the sleeves.
The first man threw a punch at him, but Lucas dodged it and grabbe……
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